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My Cleaning Girl
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When I saw the notice on the market bulletin board, “College Girl Cleans Houses– Responsible, Thorough and Fast,” I impulsively wrote down the number. It’s surprising how an idea hits you. I live alone in a small cabin in the woods, but I’m always so busy on my writing projects and gardening that I don’t keep up with cleaning as well as I should. So when I saw the notice, I said, “Why not?”
When I got home, I called her number, obviously a cell phone, and told her I saw her notice and was looking for someone to clean. She told me her name was Tanya and charged fifteen bucks an hour. Her voice was perky on the phone and when she said, “I take morning classes and can come over any afternoon so how about I come over at 4 to take a look,” I was impressed with how she took control and handled herself. She seemed confident and organized.
I gave her directions and, of course, straightened up a little before she arrived so she wouldn’t think I was a total slob. She pulled up in my driveway at four on the button. When I opened the door, she said, “Hi, I’m Tanya.” She reached out to shake my hand.
“I’m Thom. Thanks for coming over so quickly,” I said, as we shook hands, stunned by how gorgeous she was. I didn’t expect that the person who might clean my house would be such a knock out. While she walked around and checked the place out, I was checking her out.
“Cool place,” she said, nodding. “I like all the wood.” She walked ahead of me and I couldn’t keep my eyes off her round ass in her faded tight jeans. I could not believe how sexy she looked. She wore a black tank top, cut low in the front. I could tell she wasn’t wearing a bra because not only did her nipples show, but her cleavage did too. She was small, maybe five feet two or three, but she had big tits and clearly liked to show off her body. She had long dark hair, tied in pig-tails that made her look like an innocent teen-ager. She walked into the bathroom, then into the kitchen area taking everything in. I showed her my little office and then my bedroom at the other end of the cabin.
“It’s really cool, here,” she said, looking up at me. “It’ll take four or five hours the first time, then maybe two or three after that.” She went to the window in my dining area and looked out at the trees around the cabin and the bird feeders at my window. “This is really a cool place, Thom,” she repeated, turning to me. “I like how it feels here.”
She caught me looking at her tits and smiled but didn’t say anything. “So you’re a writer,” she said, “What do you write?”
“Novels for young adults, poetry and I have a column for an education magazine,” I said, trying to get my mind off of her body.
“Cool,” she answered and smiled, looking me in the eyes. “You seem like an interesting guy. I like your blue eyes. I think I’m going to like working for you.” she said, looking into my eyes, a slight, somewhat alluring smile on her lips.
“So, what are you majoring in at college?” I asked.
“Right now I’m a Theater Major and want to be an actress but I’m taking English as a minor in case I want to teach.”
After an awkward silence in which we just stood and looked at each other, she asked how old I was.
I told her I just turned was sixty, but added, “I don’t feel it. I feel very youthful.”
“I’m thirty,” she told me without my asking. “I traveled for a few years before college, had a lot of different jobs, put off college and worked to save money.” She paused looking at me, “By the way, you look great for your age. I thought you were maybe forty or something. I love gray hair and I have a thing for older men,” She said, her eyes lingering on mine when she said that and smiled as if she had a secret thought.
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